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I'm cold because when I was kind Remus Lupin was killed.
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Dear mother moon, celestial mirror,
take my fears, for i cannot bear the any longer.
you donβt realize how bad it is until you start noticing that impatience has become common currency. watching a full 2-hour movie from the comfort of your couch is torture - even a 25-minute series episode is too much. you canβt stand still while waiting for the bus without reaching out for your phone and opening something - any app, even to check the weather for the millionth time that day.
even conversations are suddenly taking too long, and when you look around, you start hearing all these absurd stories of howΒ people are skipping paragraphsΒ while βreadingβ books because they think descriptions are boring or just βneed toβ finish faster to reach their reading goals.
The quote in the secret history "death is the mother of beauty" " and what is beauty" "terror" is absolutely delightful but what is even more delightful is the context in which it is said. Julian has pointed out something that has deeply resonated with me. We are attracted to the most tragic parts of poetry whether it is the murder of Agamemnon, the death of Julius Caesar or the wrath of Achilles. Such ghastly images portray themselves in such beauty that it is not wrong to say that death is the mother of beauty and beauty is terror.